"So you still want to go?"

"kindness."

"If you want to go, you can go. Many questions must be answered in person."

"Yes, Master."

"The hostess is staying here for one night tonight?"

"Yes, Master."

"Okay, go and pray for her later."

"Yes." Qingchen stood up and clasped his hands together, "That disciple went first."

The host nodded and took a sip of tea.

Qingchen left the meditation room and went directly to the Mahavira Hall.

The host asked him to recite the scriptures and pray for Yan Qingyi. Although he didn\'t know what it meant, he didn\'t dare to refuse, so he came over to pray for her.

Yan Qingyi had not left at this time, and was still in the yard. Seeing that Qingchen entered the Daxiong Palace, he followed him in. In order not to disturb him, she just stood there quietly.

Qingchen sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha, banging the wooden fish with his hands, his eyes closed, and he chanted in a low voice while knocking.

Naturally, Yan Qingyi didn\'t understand what scriptures she was reciting, but just standing by his side made her feel safe.

It turns out that watching monks chanting sutras quietly is such an interesting thing!

Qingchen is used to chanting sutras alone here. If it was the senior brothers who were watching, he would not feel this subtle sense of discomfort in his heart now, and he did not know why. When the pilgrims came, he also gave They chanted sutras and prayed for blessings, and they didn\'t feel this way, but now, he has this feeling!

My heart was not at peace and there was no way to recite the scriptures, so after reading the scriptures for a while, I opened my eyes and turned to look at Yan Qingyi.

Yan Qingyi saw that he had stopped chanting, and pursed her lips, "What\'s wrong?"

Qingchen shook his head and continued to read.

When I meditated for the first time, I felt nervous.

When I was nervous, and when I thought of the people around me, I couldn\'t help it, and my face turned red.

Yan Qingyi saw that his face was suddenly so red, so she leaned in front of him, bent over, put her hands on her knees, tilted her head, looked at his red face, snorted, and laughed.

Qingchen frowned, and the blue veins on his forehead seemed to bulge.

"Qingchen, your face is so red, it\'s so beautiful!" Yan Qingyi teased, and subconsciously poked his right hand towards the place where he blushed.

Soft, bouncy skin, really comfortable to poke!

Qingchen\'s brows jumped even more, and her face was very gloomy. This is a solemn place, and she actually did such a thing to him in front of Buddha!

"Amitabha, female benefactor, please respect yourself!" Qingchen looked at her seriously and said.

"Haha!" Yan Qingyi chuckled lightly, straightening her waist, "Okay, then I\'ll be more serious, okay, you continue to chant!"

It turned out that it was so fun to play with a monk, why didn\'t she realize it before?

He was so amused by her, can he continue to chant? Certainly not!

That\'s all, when she rests at night, he will come back to chanting and praying for her!

Standing up, Qingchen folded his hands together, and after saluting her, he turned around and left the Mahavira Hall without saying a word.

Yan Qingyi followed behind him like a piece of sticky candy.

Halfway through, Qingchen stopped and turned to look at her.

"Donor, this is an important place in Buddhism. I hope the donor will respect himself."

"I\'m very self-respecting, I\'ll just follow you and do nothing."

Yan Qingyi\'s face is innocent and self-respecting. She has done all the shameful things with him in her previous life, and she actually said the word self-respect to her. Why does her heart feel so sour? It\'s such a feeling!